scrabble, always fun

when i moved home early fall i was constantly studying for the gre, a test one must take to get into graduate school. i studied every evening at the coffee shop here. eventually the guy working started giving me free coffee. i liked the idea of being a regular. of knowing and expecting his face. and him expecting me to want black coffee in a mug. there is something simple and secure in this exchange.

since ive moved back ive continued to be a regular, for lack of a better place to hang out. now the barista and i are actual friends. in fact, we played scrabble together. this is him.